So today is 7 weeks of Veronica. Seven is supposed to be the number of completion, or something.

I’ve learned a lot. So has she.

I most recently learned that a good answer to a newborn that fights sleep is to swaddle her in a straight-jacket style blanket wrap. She’s sleeping better now.  And so am I.

I used to joke with Chris that after we had a kid, even though we wouldn’t be able to do some of the things that we did THEN, we would have a new hobby.

I think it is only slightly beginning to dawn on me that this level of absorption, this keen and detailed interest in my new daughters life, will not really abate. That she is gonna occupy a huge portion of my thoughts for the rest of my days.

It’s just a matter of finding the right sort of balance.